We’re on a cycling touring holiday in South Wales. We don’t travel particularly light, panniers on each bike and I tow a trailer with the camping gear in.
It’s been a lovely week so far, great riding, quiet roads, good weather.
Last night we arrived in a campsite just outside Pembroke: Windmill Hill. It’s a lovely site, clean and neat with good facilities including a microwave, fridge and freezer for campers to use. That’s especially useful to us, so last night we put our milk, bacon and butter in the fridge, which was empty apart from our stuff.
This morning the butter is gone.
Now it’s obvious someone has had it and it’s not simply a matter of driving to the nearest shop for us to get more
So Mrs PP goes asking around to see if anyone has it. First tent she spies it on their table. Now, if the bloke had said sorry and handed it back, then fine. But no. He had to lie and say it was theirs, even when we could positively ID it with the reduced sticker on the lid which Mrs PP had half peeled off he still lied.
Mrs PP is no pushover and eventually got it back. But what a lying thieving ****. I’d have gladly given him butter if he’d asked.
It’s really pissed me off and although it won’t spoil my day I’m tempted to go and have it out with him.
Rant over.
And breath.